Page 17 of Chaos has a Name
When she pulled into his driveway, she saw his rundown Toyota hatchback sitting there.
“Okay, show me what has you concerned,” Rayna said to Wynonah.
The woman got out, and led her to her brother’s door to show her.
Once she pushed it open, Rayna had to admit, there was a lot of blood in a trail coming from his bedroom.
She made the woman stand there, and she followed it back toward Thomas’ bedroom.
When she pushed the door all the way open, she was shocked at what she saw.
Holy shit.
Wynonah wasn’t kidding.
There was a lot of blood there. In fact, if she didn’t know any better, she’d say it looked arterial. That would definitely explain the splatter on the ceiling.
It appeared as if someone had cut an artery and it just sprayed out all over the place.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
That was somehow worse. If Thomas was wandering around with blood spraying out of him, he would certainly end up dead.
It looked as if this‘normal’situation just became‘not-normal’pretty damn fast.
This was urgent.
Thomas might need medical intervention.
Walking back out, she walked right past Wynonah, and followed the trail of blood toward the woods. When she reached the tree line, she could see puddling.
And weird marks.
Did Thomas collapse and then drag himself into the woods? Was he that inebriated that he didn’t realize he was bleeding out?
Without warning, Wynonah appeared beside her.
“See?” she asked.
Oh, she’d been right.
This was odd.
“I told you. Something is wrong. It looks like drag marks,” she said. “I don’t think my brother dragged himself into the trees while bleeding that much. I’ve seen less blood come out of a deer,” she added.
Yeah, her too.
He had to be incredibly disorientated for that to happen.
Pulling out her phone, she made a call to the station. When it was answered, it was Forest.
“Reservation Police,” he said, pleasantly.
She didn’t hesitate.
